the soul
Learn more about other poetry terms
Bitter nothing passed these lips
as words poured towards you in silent riffs.
A melody of sour times
the money good s, the smell of muscidimes
Serene breezes flow through us
It's who she is that makes her beautifuland not her looks that make her glowBut her soul shines through her fleshlike the sun that beams against the iciclesUniquely designed snowflakes intricately combined
Blood runs fast
You need to move fast before you’re nothing more than the past
The future runs through your veins
Dictations, like a school teacher, the crimson run determines the existence of future gains
